Best 17 quotes of Joel N. Ross on MyQuotes

After an hour the score was: Quancita—34 Radiz—51 Sally—froglegs Perla—9 and 21 Me— hoo-hoo-hooo

Are you . . . lost?” “Not really,” she told him. “We just don’t know where we’re going.

Are you okay?” “Yeah.” “Good,” she said, “because if you fall off a skyscraper, I’ll be so mad at you.

Did Cap’n Vidious leave that? He is such a cuddlebunny.” “Yeah,” I said, “that’s exactly how I’d describe him.

Did you just call me ‘sweetie’?” I asked. She shoved my shoulder. “No.

If Chess is the switch,” Loretta said, “how does he turn the Fog off?” Bea bit her lower lip. “I don’t know—ask Chess.” “How would I know?” I said. “You try being a switch.

It was going to be our job to annoy someone?” “I know—it’s a dream come true!

...Loretta threatened to beat him to death with a wooden spoon...

Now you’re listening to Swedish ?” I asked her. “He thinks I’m the Compass because every time I see ticktocks, I happen to be there!

Uh, she said maybe your eyes matched the Fog like a synchronous magnetic field?” “I don’t even know what language that is.

Wait a second,” I said. “Did we just win?

Well, the bad news,” Swedish said from the wheel, “is that Chess still thinks he’s funny.” “What’s the good news?” Loretta asked, leaning on our little copper-tubed harpoon. “That Kodoc dropped a bomb on the city?

We’re alive!” Swedish told her. “I did not see that coming.

What are you doing?” I asked Loretta. “Stabbing a cushion,” she told me.

Why would they follow me?” I asked Swedish. “It doesn’t make sense.” “They’re made of trash and Fog,” he said. “You think they make sense?

With a silent order, I urged Snout forward—but he veered away, charging toward Hazel instead. No, Snout! I thought. Toward the roof! He ignored me. That was the problem with a machine that obeyed your thoughts. Instead of doing what you said, it did what you wanted. “The Predator !” Hazel shouted at me as I heaved toward the irrigation tower. “Stop the Predator !” “I’m trying!” I yelled back. “I can’t!” “Why not?” “’Cause this stupid thing brought me to you instead.” “Why?” Then she looked at my face again and said, “Aw, that’s sweet.” I flushed. “Oh, shut up.

You know what to do?” “Wander around,” I said. “Until I spot a self-assembled whangdoodle from the Foggy depths.